I am lover of Candy Corn
Went to Point Reyes Station today with Chris and Maguire. My epiphany was that the concept of one's "home-town" should really be associated with the place a person naturally associates with their happiest memories, thus Point Reyes Sta. represents a time of my life where I underwent my most positive transition into the person I want to be. Wow, how vague. Anyway, it was delightful. I took them to Manfred's Books (a store owned by a massive Saint Bernard), the Bovine Bakery, the West Marin Thrift Store, and then we had lunch at Cafe Reyes. Simply splendid, I was quite jubilant throughout.
Then there is craving for Candy Corn. I am lover of Candy Corn and I want to love my Candy Corn because of sugar deliciousness that I love. I love men who love my Candy Corn or who provide Candy Corn because Candy Corn is succulent sweetness...
(You have to imagine the above in a sexy Russian accent punctuated by occassional sounds of murmering pleasure -- that's how badly I love candy corn, FYI)
Then there is craving for Candy Corn. I am lover of Candy Corn and I want to love my Candy Corn because of sugar deliciousness that I love. I love men who love my Candy Corn or who provide Candy Corn because Candy Corn is succulent sweetness...
(You have to imagine the above in a sexy Russian accent punctuated by occassional sounds of murmering pleasure -- that's how badly I love candy corn, FYI)